Smoussy Turancyd was lying in bed. His eyelids were quivering. He had been shining, appearing as a precise, streamlined shape that I could make out through the walls of Kamas Dofus Retro and covers. To”show him”, I just had to heave a slight draconic sigh, of that I am one of the few — if not the only one — to know the key. And when you blow away its flower as the core of a dandelion is disclosed, there has been a veil lifted and that I could observe the kid’s fantasies.
It is difficult to spell out the indefinable. The fantasies appeared calling that not all beings possess. That night, what I saw looked like a storm’s eye. I attempted to move within this vision, to view where this uncontrollable hurricane came out to understand. I felt as though I was fighting against a force like what pushes two magnets apart. Regardless of my relentlessness, I made headway, exhausting myself instead. Some fantasies are prisoners of their own offenses and the dreamer may be the secret to them. I began whispering in Smoussy’s ear:”If a fantasy knocks on the door of consciousness repeatedly, it is wise to let it enter…”
And the wind dispersed, permitting the time to observe a crucible into which sand was being poured. The tornado resumed and repelled me in a cloud of sediment. It appeared impossible for me to return to the storm’s eye. However, images came to me personally. Several. Dark figures. With bad omens. These shadows appeared as unshakable. These creatures appeared to be riding mounts which were as demonic as they were. Vibrant, baleful eyes thunderous phrases rang out and exposed.
I yells as their houses burnt and heard the groaning of an whole people. I saw a lifeless autonomous . I was pulled by A voice from the fantasy. As if it were somewhere else… closer. It discussed these words:”It rings throughout the ages. Like an echo throughout time. Its significance has been revealed to you. The end of another one. Envision a loop that reshape and could adjust itself with every turn. Deja vu, but not quite the same. The sand keeps massaging. The last grain will deliver the fact…”
At the moment, I managed to withdraw myself from the lure of Smoussy Turancyd’s dream, persuaded the voice came from his bedroom. Before assessing behind me, I looked one way, and another Cheap Dofus Kamas. On a shelf above me stood a doll using a rudimentary mask. It seemed to be staring at me.
